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"Remember, Old Xie Lu," the young man said. Over the years spent with Old Lu, Mo Wen understood that Old Lu would not harm him. Although they were in a perilous situation, through Old Lu's stories and anecdotes, he had learned that there were those in the outside world who seemed very interested in stifling talent. While he wasn't sure if he could be considered a genius, he knew he had to be cautious, especially since his origins were shrouded in mystery. If he had powerful enemies from before his amnesia, and they found him, his current strength would certainly not be enough to protect his life. Remembering the dream he had before, if it were true... He realized he needed to quickly enhance his abilities, ensuring he could protect himself before considering anything else.
"For the time being, focus on stabilizing your Realm and prepare to enter the next Realm. As for what comes next, we'll discuss it later. The immediate priority is that you need to prepare some food for Old Man. He hasn't eaten in four days..." Without taking a moment to appreciate his newfound strength at the Golden Body Realm Ninth Level Golden Body, Mo Wen hurriedly got up to start working. This was both to express his gratitude to Old Lu for being his Guardian, and because he himself felt hungry.
To store food and the items Mo Wen had scavenged from the mountains, Old Lu had built him a small warehouse. This warehouse was arranged with some kind of Magic Circle, which surprisingly had preservation effects. According to Old Lu, he had invested heavily just to enjoy a bite of fresh vegetables. After retrieving ingredients from the warehouse, he simmered a pot of nourishing soup and roasted a Beast. The three of them—two humans and one beast—began another round of feasting.
While Old Lu was indulging his appetite, Mo Wen felt it was necessary to replenish himself after losing so much blood during his tribulation, and Xiao Hei was genuinely starving. Ever since following Mo Wen, it seemed to have regressed and no longer consumed raw food. With Old Lu focused on the roasted meat, Mo Wen savored the soup while Xiao Hei eagerly accepted whatever was offered.
In an Imperial Capital beyond the Cloud Mist Forest, the entire royal city was divided into three layers: the outer city where ordinary people, merchants, and common Cultivators lived; the middle city where noble families resided; and the inner city, an exclusive area for royalty and high-ranking officials. At that moment, in a hidden chamber beneath a mansion in the inner city, a thin old man stood hunched over in front of a mirror. Inside the mirror was a figure wearing a red ghost mask and draped in a crimson cloak.
"Gong Shangnan, have you not yet found that child who escaped from the Mo Family Manor?" came a hoarse voice from within the mirror.
"Replying to you, my lord, we have not found him. At that time, the people of the Mo Family escorted him deep into the Cloud Mist Forest. I led my men in pursuit all the way to the edge of the Yan Luo River, where all of them were annihilated. The child alone fell into the river and vanished..."
"Enough! You’ve repeated that so many times already. We need to see living people or dead bodies; perhaps what’s valuable from the Mo Family Manor is in that child's possession. After all these years, you still have no news? You truly disappoint me," interrupted the figure in the mirror.
"Please forgive me, my lord! I will immediately send more men to search," said Gong Shangnan, trembling as he knelt on the ground. He had witnessed this lord's methods firsthand; more accurately, he understood this organization's tactics—unwavering in their pursuit of goals, regardless of whether dealing with enemies or allies alike.
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